Björn quietly watches from his shadowy hiding place, a few tree stumps hide him from the view of the pair of scuffling boys. He did not step forward, it appears to the young stallion that these two had a dispute to settle. Ears flick a top his head, a movement catches his crystal eyes, another stallion. This one older then any of them, the bald faced boy can feel a bit of anger growing inside of him. These pair of boys had set hoof within the Forest without a single word of warning. Yet, he waits, letting the events unfold before him. Then Vargr growls out a few words. "Tell him to come himself." The words sink in. Were these boys sent to collect Vargr for the Lagoon?

A memory surfaces, the one of Rade coming to collect for the Lagoon. He had taken Bastian, the boy who had been his protector when he was younger. A sting of guilt rips at the Bald Face boy. He should of went instead of Bastian. This time he would not stand idly by. "You won't be taking the boy anywhere. You will have to go through the both of us." The words loud, and threatening.

Ears pin into his ebony dreadlocks, he raises his bald face high onto his neck. He steps from out of the shadows, into the filtering sunlight. He takes a step closer to Vargr, positioning himself so that he could keep his eyes on both of the intruders. He would not fear the Lagoon boys, they should fear him. He may be little but his loyalty was fierce.